I promise to love you until I don’t

I miss the way you make me feel. No one could ever make me feel the way you do.

He doesn’t understand.

I was never good.

He was always the good in me.

i’ll develop that beautiful, disastrous fragility; that ridiculous “she needs to be saved” quality that everybody seems to find so alluring.

When he faded, I faded.

I really miss Jeff.

My face hurts.

My heart hurts.

The dark is really darker than usual.

I really miss God.

I hate thinking about losing weight all of the time.

Whenever you gripe at me, I don’t think “I should change.” I think “I need cigarette.”

When I give, I give myself. ~ Walt Whitman

I hate thinking about losing reality all of the time.

I miss myself the day after SHOUTfest.

come down & waste away with me

When reluctant to change, think of the beauty of Autumn.

Who am I to judge you?

And who are you to judge me?

“Wash me and I will be whiter than snow.
Oh, give me back my joy again.
You have broken me, now let me rejoice!”
-Psalm 51:7

I hate that I’ve spent my whole life wanting to be important to you.

she walks with that envied sense of
tragedy, her hair winding secrets in the
wind. her eyes glance distractedly, her
lips display something wicked. her soul
is strong, yet her will is broken. she’s
falling apart and everyone is watching.
what a beautiful fucking train wreck.